My husband, since I was dx with fibro in Dec of 2007 has never believed Fibro existed. He refused to read anything about it, called it a "lazy womans" problem, said it was all in my head, and on and on. Since I have had a flare going for almost 3 months, I think he finally realized how could she be faking this for so long.
I moved into my sons old bedroom, just so I could stretch out and TRY for a good nigts sleep. I was going to bed last night, after I have used about 6 camphor towelettes on my entire body. He came in and said what is that smell I am always smelling. I threw the box at him and said, here read this and started to cry. He finally said, ok, what is this thing you have........arghhhhhhhh! I happened to have one of my fibro books on the dresser and I said "I am too sore to talk to you about it at 11 at night, go read this". This morning I was making his breakfast and he said
he read most of the book last night. He didnt realize how bad fibro could be, how it impacts lives, and he couldnt imagine what the pain was like.
I almost flipped out. I just looked at him and said, well maybe now you will realize that I DONT WANT TO BE THIS WAY. Why the he$$ would any woman want to walk around like a zombie for 3 months???? He said he was sorry, and said he would bring dinner home tonite, so I wouldnt have to cook. He asked if I had been to the dr!!!!! Well duh. How did I get diagnosed. I told him there is little they can do, since I cant take narcotics and the Dr will not give me Lyrica. He offered to get me a massage and I told him I would like that after the flare has stopped.
It was like a breakthru for me. Even my son, who is a nurse, couldnt get thru to him
THE LIGHTBULB FINALLY WENT ON!!!!!!! Yeah, now maybe I will get a little help around here.